The Works of Alexander Pope Esq, Հատոր 7J. and P. Knapton [and others], 1751 |
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... seems , is Pattifon . I told him I fhould not write any thing , but I believed it might be fo as The writ in her letter . I am extremely concerned that my former indifcretion in putting them into the hands of this Pretieufe , fhould ...
... seems , is Pattifon . I told him I fhould not write any thing , but I believed it might be fo as The writ in her letter . I am extremely concerned that my former indifcretion in putting them into the hands of this Pretieufe , fhould ...
Էջ 93
... seems you are re- folv'd to take me for a critic , I would by no means be thought a commentator . - And for another reafon too , because I have quite forgot both the verse and the application . I hope it will be no offence to give my ...
... seems you are re- folv'd to take me for a critic , I would by no means be thought a commentator . - And for another reafon too , because I have quite forgot both the verse and the application . I hope it will be no offence to give my ...
Էջ 96
... seems , were more to be dreaded than all the ferpents , whirlwinds , fands , & c . by land , which immediately after he paints out in his fpeech to the foldiers : Then he fetches a compass a vast way round about , to the Nafamones and ...
... seems , were more to be dreaded than all the ferpents , whirlwinds , fands , & c . by land , which immediately after he paints out in his fpeech to the foldiers : Then he fetches a compass a vast way round about , to the Nafamones and ...
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Alexander Pope. leaves him ; who seems to have made Cato fpeak his own mind , when he tells his army - Ire fet eft no matter whither . I am , Your , & c . TH LETTER XXIII . From Mr. CROMWELL . Nov. 20 , 1710 . HE fyftem of Tycho Brahe ...
Alexander Pope. leaves him ; who seems to have made Cato fpeak his own mind , when he tells his army - Ire fet eft no matter whither . I am , Your , & c . TH LETTER XXIII . From Mr. CROMWELL . Nov. 20 , 1710 . HE fyftem of Tycho Brahe ...
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... seems confin'd to you : and I fhould take him for your mistress too by your fimile of the fun and earth : ' Tis very fine , but inverted by the applica- tion ; for the gaiety of your fancy , and the droop- ing of his by the withdrawing ...
... seems confin'd to you : and I fhould take him for your mistress too by your fimile of the fun and earth : ' Tis very fine , but inverted by the applica- tion ; for the gaiety of your fancy , and the droop- ing of his by the withdrawing ...
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Էջ 69 - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground ; Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in Summer yield him shade, In Winter fire.
Էջ 190 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes; my ears With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Էջ 190 - The Dying Christian to his Soul: Ode Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying. Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! they whisper; Angels say. Sister spirit, come away.
Էջ 189 - I should myself be much better pleased, if I were told you called me your little friend, than if you complimented me with the title of a great genius, or an eminent hand, as Jacob does all his authors.
Էջ 244 - Don't you design to let him pass a year at Oxford ? "To what purpose? (said he) the Universities do but make Pedants, and I intend to breed him a man of business.
Էջ 244 - Now damn them ! what if they should put it into the newspaper, how you and I went together to Oxford ? what would I care? If I should go down into Sussex, they would say I was gone to the Speaker. But what of that ? If my son were but big enough to go on with the business, by G — d I would keep as good company as old Jacob.
Էջ 214 - ... me to live agreeably in the town, or contentedly in the country, which is really all the difference I set between an easy fortune and a small one.
Էջ 236 - ... to one of the few, who (in any age) have come up to that character. I am...
Էջ 132 - Shakespear has it) to dinner, with what appetite they may and after that, till midnight, walk, work, or think, which they please.
Էջ 184 - ... not very common to young men, that the attractions of the world have not dazzled me very much ; and I...